Sunday, April 11, 2010

catching up...Poem for April 11

I miss that old placeup on the hill and wayout there in the middleof nowhere.that creek sang to melike an eager loverall night through open wavy-glass windows.the sweetgum trees sighed and shook their headsat my young, unrooted,and artless ways.It is joyous and sad thatwithout me the arrowheadsstill doze beneath the pebblesin the creekbed,the winters still wrapthe dry hayfields and proud little housein a quilt of silence,and spring still popseach year like an impfrom behind the cloudsto claim it all in the nameof No One In Particular.